A new game guys! Aren't you excited? Well, after you have adventured down the fire escape with Roger Taylor and charged at Freddie Mercury on the stage at the Rainbow Theatre, I just had to do another game for the website (I couldn't leave the series without an ending). I hope you have a lot of fun with whatever situation arises. There are no rules in the third sequel!! Remember, don't lose your head!
It All Started One Rainy
Afternoon ...
"Man, that storm is getting nasty."
You said to the boys. Brian jumped up and
grabbed his tape recorder and shot outside. You and the boys didn't really
care where he went, but wherever Brian ran out to, he didn't come back
for a while. Hmm.
"He's fixing his hair," Freddie retorted,
tuning the tuning pegs of the Red Special. He did that to especially annoy
Brian. "He'll be back soon. We're in the middle of recording his solo in
Dead On Time, anyway. He'll be back."
But that was the weird thing. You and the
boys waited for ages and ages, Brian still didn't return. John, anxious
to get back to work, piped up suddenly. "Guys, it's been three hours. Brian
has been missing for three hours!"
The three of you ran outside the studio,
he had completly vanished! Freddie charged up to the road. No cars were
passing or even parked in the vicinity. Roger called out in his husky voice
for Bri, while you and John ran up to the shores of Lake Geneva. Your heart
skipped a beat when you realized that if Brian was missing for much longer,
he could not appear to the upcoming concert in Munich. The media would
have a field trip all over this crisis! You came to the conclusion with
John not to tell the police about Brian's disappearance.
"Everyone! Come over! Quickly!"
We heard Freddie shriek. We all scurried
to him standing on the corner of the road. He held in his hands, one of
Brian's white clogs. "I found the clog."
"Guys, I have a plan. Freddie, you go to
town, look for him, Roger, you go to his apartment, John, you go to the
airport." You dictated to the boys.
"Well, there is only one problem." Roger
said. "What are you going to do?"
Ahh, a rainy day in the Mountain Studios
with Queen, recording the 1978 masterpiece, JAZZ. It was more than a rainy
day, more like a freak storm. You sat back with the guys, shooting back
conversation. Not much was happening. Suddenly there was a fiercly loud
crack from outside. Roger's shoulders cringed in shock.